Memory of Heaven:Romance Written By Fate Through Beyond Infinity Time Chapter 519 Iron Symphony Second Song

After Sigma 04 disintegrated into fragnts of existence, the core space of Deus beca silent—not silent because it was empty, but because it was preparing to sing sothing that had never been sung before.

In front of Fitran, the empty fra that had tried to replace him began to emit a pulse of sound.

But this ti... it was not the sound of the system. Not a command.

A lody that pierced the silence, a lody.

And not an ordinary lody.

But the second part of the Iron Symphony, a forbidden work of Deus that was said to be played only when the will wanted to let go, not to unite.

The light in the entire room transford into strands of music—lines that vibrated gently, resembling harp strings singing a song in the void. The floor emitted frequencies that transford into a sound field. The sky tamorphosed into an unfinished score. From the center of the fra, a stage erged, as if this world wanted to express its final story in one sincere and aningful song.

The sky, which had been gray, now shone brightly, as if thousands of stars were born from the emptiness that enveloped it. Each beat of the lody awakened long-buried feelings, creating a magnificent rhythm of life amidst the silence. The sound vibrated around him like a gentle whisper, tempting him to listen deeper—as if the lody was the soul of that space itself.

Fitran stood in the middle of the room, which slowly began to sing, the soft lody spreading around him like morning dew on grass. However, this song... did not welco. Did not comfort. Did not call him to save anyone.

Instead—this lody asked him to let go.

"Rinoa is calling you... not to be saved."

"She is calling you... to be allowed to go."

In the rumble of the lody, Fitran felt Rinoa's presence growing stronger. The voice flowed gently into his ears, as if flowing in an unbroken stream of ti—a rhythm bridging mories and hopes. In an instant, Rinoa's face appeared in his mind, her hopeful smile like a star's light illuminating the darkness within him. He felt as if he was reconnected, his soul colored by an unspoken love, like a fine silk thread binding them both.

Fitran closed his eyes, allowing the lody to surround him, erasing all the fears and doubts that gnawed at him. In the presence of this sound, he knew that letting go did not an losing—but giving space for miracles to co. With each note that resonated, he felt the bond connecting him and Rinoa, laying the steps for a journey that was ant to begin, an adventure waiting at the threshold of destiny.

Fitran shut his eyes. The fragnt of Rinoa's soul within him, which had been his compass from the beginning, began to warm—seemingly ready to release its own form.

Active Magic: Cantata Remissa – Symphony of Release Class of magic

Fitran closed his eyes, letting darkness envelop his senses. Inside him, the fragnt of Rinoa's soul that had been his compass from the beginning began to warm—seemingly ready to release its own form. In that silence, he felt a gentle vibration, a kind of resonance flowing through space and ti, rging into an invisible symphony. The faint rumble of his mories vibrated softly, guiding every note that crossed his mind; every mory etched with light, dancing in beautiful correspondence, penetrating the deepest recesses of his soul.

Active Magic: Cantata Remissa – Symphony of Release This final-level Voidwright singing magic is an existential ritual designed to return the emotionally bound will to entropy—not as a form of destruction, but as freedom. This symphony can only be sung when the user is ready to let go of all reasons to keep moving forward—yet still chooses to step forward. With each gentle breath, the wind's voice whispered in his ear, urging him to step deeper into the surge of buried feelings. Every sorrow beca a note in the lody, vibrating in a harmony that stirred the heart, resonating with deep emotion.

Fitran began to sing. But not with his voice. He sang with his breath, gliding softly in the profound silence. He sang with his steps, each movent depicting the buried resilience. He sang with mories he did not want to repeat, slowly stepping between the shadows of nostalgia that always accompanied him. At that mont, the world around him seed to blend, the colors of twinkling stars in the darkness enveloping him, encapsulating the pain and beauty inseparable in one fragnt of ti. Every movent, like a dance of the wind, triggered the urge to fly toward the unimaginable, embracing the preserved mories, even while patiently letting everything go.

"Rinoa..."

"I have co a long way, enduring all of this..."

"But now I know..."

"I do not have to save you."

"Because loving you... does not an forcing you to stay."

The light around his body changed color. From blue to orange. From orange to clear. And from clear... to invisible. In that magical mont, it was as if the horizon caressed his body, expressing a feeling more profound than re physical form—a flight toward infinity, rging with the grand universe.

And from the center of the room, slowly... Rinoa appeared.

Not in full form. Only a silhouette of light dancing slowly, creating vibrations that seeped into the soul. Her face was incomplete, appearing hazy in a mystical hue. But her smile... was the last smile Fitran saw before she vanished from the world they once inhabited.

Like dew left on the tip of a leaf, her presence was so ethereal, awakening a deep longing. Every light radiating elegance seed to carry unspoken ssages from the past, when everything still felt whole and joyful.

"Fitran..." she said, her voice like the first wind of a fresh morning, "...you searched for . But I am no longer here."

"I no longer need to be saved," she added with a calm yet aningful tone.

"What I need... is soone who is willing to love ... even though I cannot be brought back," she said, highlighting the deep pain of unfulfilled love.

Tears fell from Fitran's face, not tears of sadness. But tears willing to accept loss.

As if every drop of his tears carried the entire burden of lost hope, rging with the flow of ti unimpeded by sorrow. Monts passed, suspending fate, creating an eternal mont in the silence that shook the heart.

And he replied:

"If so, then go... and let our love... remain incomplete."

The magic surrounding them reached its peak, transforming the fra of Deus into a window that split the world.

And from behind that window, it was seen:

A world without Fitran. A world without Rinoa. But a world that continued to move on, indifferent to their sorrow.

Among the rows of faded buildings, the shadows of the past vibrated, swaying in the cold wind's roar. The city pulsed as if hearing whispers from lost souls, waiting hopefully to rediscover the footprints that once existed, like a heartbeat wanting to live again after a long pause.

And Rinoa's last voice echoed in the silence:

"Thank you... for not forcing to remain a story I do not wish to write."

"Now... it is your turn to write sothing new, for a future yet to be ford."

Rinoa vanished in fragnts of wind. The fra surrounding her disappeared, as if swept away by ti.

And the Iron Symphony ended... with a long note—silent, revealing the emptiness that echoed throughout the corners of the city.

Fitran stood alone, surrounded by the feeling of loss that enveloped him.

His body was weak, exhausted from the weight of heavy mories. His soul was not full, empty like the space left by those he loved. But his steps... were steady, like a tree that remains upright despite being battered by storms.

As if drawn by an invisible and mysterious force, he stepped forward, feeling a gentle vibration beneath his feet; the earth seed to whisper wholeheartedly, rembering everything that had once been wagered upon it. With each step, he no longer carried the burden of failure, but rather a new hope ignited like a fla in the darkness.

Beelzebub was gone, the cold wind carried away her existence. Rinoa had left, leaving a mark in his heart. Yet he still carried:

A na, echoing in mory. A aning, becoming part of his soul. And the courage to love again, even knowing it could end like this, faint and full of risk.